He feels like he’s been working on the same thing for hours, but one glance at a clock tells him that barely even an hour has passed. Nevertheless, he’s caught in something of a predicament now, with the ink of his pen run out, and his foolish rushing this morning causing him to mistakenly forget to bring a spare with him. For someone of sound mind, it was a rather ridiculous mistake--running late certainly does wonders to diligence and preparation, and not in a good way.
He glances around, and to the door; he could head home from here, but for some reason getting work done outside of his current residence is easier. Perhaps it’s the atmosphere--he really ought to invest in something better when he can. Well, he has no real complaints. Little of his time is really spent at home anyway, so a roof over his head is enough.
“Sorry, excuse me,” he calls, offering his best smile as he gathers the attention of the nearby barista. “Would you happen to have something I could borrow to write with for a while?”